“How people die remains in the memory of those who live on”
Arin remembers reading these words in one of the pieces of literature her Mimi bought her but she was too young to understand this. However, at that exact moment, she knew what that quote meant exactly. One moment she was watching the rhythmic up and down of the tiny little chest in the bassinet and the next moment, all became still, too still.
The only sound echoing in the clearing was the raindrops falling on the ground, the leaves being rustled by the strong wind, and the digging of the ground. No tears run down her eyes as Arin just stood there while the triplets lowered the small clothe wrapped body to the ground. They also felt numb as the heavy downpour of the rain hide the tears straining their otherwise emotionless face
